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🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈 Happy Pride Month, to celebrate I’d like to discuss sexuality + genders of some muses :D 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

Theta - pansexual/omnisexual aromantic, polyamorous, + genderfluid! He’s not strictly attracted to any one gender (and tbh if they have a personality that he likes that can often be enough), however he doesn’t really understand or ‘click’ with romantic attraction. It’s not to say he won’t try it out with someone though! He’ll try anything at least once. :3 He also loves experimenting with gender presentation!

Chi - biromantic gray-asexual! Chi’s definitely into romance even if it’s something he doesn’t experience very often. He’d be a very committed and doting partner no matter how the other identifies. He’s soft and loving at his core. While he identifies as male, he’s also comfortable exploring gender and may even like to wear a dress or skirt on occasion.

Lazarus - biromantic bisexual! Laz isn’t one to get into relationships often and still has some things to learn about them, but if his chemistry is good with another person, he’ll be devoted to them. He’s also willing to be more casual about it, but tries to make any potential partner feel heard and respected.

Serta - also biromantic bisexual! Loves being around his partner and cuddling up to them/physical gestures of affection. Also likes spending time with them and hearing about their day, even if it was mundane. Very chill and does well in either monogamous or polyamorous relationships. Tends to favor shorter partners.

Ferris - trans + asexual lesbian! Was inspired by her linemate Scylla to transition and ask their creator for a frame change and became much more confident. Not a repulsed ace by any means but is generally “meh” on sexual intimacy. Thinks girls and femme-presenting people are really cool. (Gets a little flustered thinking about holding hands, though.)

Scylla - biromantic bisexual/gray-asexual! Doesn’t really know who she likes yet or what she prefers in a partner, but she’s here for a good time anyway.

Styx - token straight guy, also asexual! Loves and supports his sister, just wants her to be happy. Awkward, but devoted and monogamous to whoever is accepting of him. Sexual intimacy flusters him and may make him uncomfortable, so he has to deeply trust someone to consider it.

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Mask’s Calling uhh... yes, please? gives.

*gently takes, holds and admires. puts it in my mouth and skitters off with it like a little creature*

Send in ‘Mask’s Calling’ to meet a muse I’m on the fence about roleplaying as.

"... Ah. I don't remember having an appointment scheduled at this time."

The stately and sleek figure of NSR's CEO was half-turned away from the imposing stained-glass windows of her office to acknowledge the newcomer's presence. Her hands were folded neatly behind her back while magenta eyes coolly scanned her visitor. Turning to face them, she raised a brow.

"Did my secretary allow you inside? I don't have the time for much idle chatter, as I am to meet with my artists soon."

"... Unless you're here for the press to discuss the recent... Issues, plaguing Vinyl City's streets. Regarding the two rogue rock musicians who have taken it upon themselves to destroy NSR's reputation, I can assure you the situation is under control. My artists and I are investigating the matter further, though I doubt this 'Bunkbed Junction' can do much to disrupt the status quo."

Tatiana waved her hand in a slightly distracted and dismissive fashion. "In any case, we have to worry more about the satellite we just launched. If you want an official statement from me, please schedule an appointment. Good day."

Her firm goodbye summarized her feelings as an attempt to repress her irritation with the situation unfolding, though she always had a no-nonsense attitude and a rather short fuse. She turned back to gaze through the ornate windows, narrowing her eyes that swept over the landscape.

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Mask’s Calling [[last one was fun so have another! :3]]

Send in ‘Mask’s Calling’ to meet a muse I’m on the fence about roleplaying as.

Years upon years, the woman existed in silence.

After losing so many of her loved ones in one fell swoop on that fateful day, she had a strange clarity that overcame her - a goal, a purpose to work towards. It was hinted at in the form of, at the time, a nonsensical phrase uttered to her. With how many times her other loved ones begged her to reconsider her decision to die permanently, she finally heeded their request.

With her burning need to understand how and why events played out as they did, she built herself up over centuries. She was practically the last survivor of her kind, the only one whose memories were left preserved on a functioning processor. How ironic that her will persisted so far beyond the stretch of time her physical body did, despite her wanting finality when she was alive.

In the space she curated sat her former world thousands of times over, each one having nuances that made the path of events she obsessed over branch out in nigh-countless ways. She had to find the one where she could receive her answers at some point. The silence around her could be further maddening if she sat in it for too long.

If there was one blessing that being digitized had for her, however, it was the luxury of time.

She could afford to take her sweet time - create the world, set things in motion for the events of her former life to play out, run calculations, sleep for a few years every so often while the processes ran through, wake up to witness the outcomes, and do it all over again. Sometimes, she'd even allow herself to interfere directly, meddling in the mortal affairs of the ants within the cages she'd create repeatedly.

She became what her predecessors could only dream of: she became a goddess.

It just wasn't for the same reason.

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Abandoned Mask, Mask’s Calling :3c

Send in ‘Abandoned Mask’ to meet a muse I’ve had in the past that I no longer roleplay.

The green-toned man sighed.

As much as Zuke appreciated Mayday's go-getter attitude (if it wasn't just her sheer impulsivity guiding her all the time), it wasn't always easy to keep up with her. Now, having lost sight of the energetic girl, he was stuck in the middle of the plaza with little idea of where to go next.

I hope I don't hear about her on the news later, he thought regrettably. At least I have a moment alone to think about what just happened.

His strange experience left him wondering if what he saw had actually happened. Their recent run-in with DK West left Zuke with a great amount of rage coursing through his system... He didn't remember the last time he felt so furious. His older brother could be so petulant and irresponsible! He could never understand why he couldn't take accountability for anything.

When grabbing some food at Auntie's burger stand later that day, he had to excuse himself and take a breather in a nearby bathroom. He swore he saw some kind of tentacle hanging out of his hair when he tried to wash his face, but further investigation yielded nothing - no octopi hiding in his dreads and no weird smell of seafood anywhere on him. The experience was enough to push the angry feelings out of him and replace the empty emotional space with pure confusion.

Zuke was convinced that it might have been a joke or some strange hallucination - he wouldn't be surprised if DK attempted to do that as he was leaving him - or maybe the burger he ate that day didn't sit right with him.

Whatever happened then... He hoped it was just the burger.

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Send in ‘Mask’s Calling’ to meet a muse I’m on the fence about roleplaying as.

Toad Man could not believe what he was seeing.

Being the resident agricultural chemist located in the area, the Robot Master often made rounds to the local farms to check on the soil quality in their fields and to provide any additional nutrients that were lacking. As a last resort, he could also generate rain clouds over the area to spread fertilizer and water as needed. It was what he was built for, after all.

After seeing all of the crop fields in perfect condition earlier in the week, it didn't make sense that he was suddenly receiving reports of crops being wiped out overnight. It wasn't just one type of crop either - entire farms were being wiped of their product.

While he hurriedly sent out replies that he'd check them out as soon as he could, the Robot Master suspected foul play afoot. If it wasn't the work of a vengeful overseas agricultural company, it sounded distinctly like Wilybot-flavored sabotage.

Filing his suspicions away for later, he'd make his way out the door to investigate.

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Abandoned Mask

Send in ‘Abandoned Mask’ to meet a muse I’ve had in the past that I no longer roleplay.

"So... I've been pulled from the shadows once more to speak, have I?"

Yami Marik stepped forward, cape billowing behind him as his hair swayed deceptively gentle in the wind. While not having walked the earth in a good few years, his last battle with a certain pharaoh was still quite present in his mind. Tendrils of shadows seemed to follow and twist off of his form, clinging to the darkness before they smoothed over and hid away.

The man smirked to himself, thoughts of revenge dancing in his head upon being newly reformed.

"I may have been defeated, Pharaoh... But I am far from destroyed."

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The Masks We Wear

Send in ‘Abandoned Mask’ to meet a muse I’ve had in the past that I no longer roleplay.

Send in ‘Mask’s Calling’ to meet a muse I’m on the fence about roleplaying as.

Send in ‘Another’s Mask’ to meet a muse from another blog I currently have.

Send in ‘Try This Mask’ and a character you think I’d be good at roleplaying.

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While Mezzo raised a brow and pursed his lips quizzically at what Ceryx did - he didn't think that much previously about what humans had underneath their 'flimsy armor', in all fairness - he didn't say anything, instead listening to what Ceryx had to say.

"Prrros... Thetic...?" He growled softly, moreso trying to feel out the word in his mouth than expressing strong emotion. Yet another word he'd have to ask about the meaning for later.

"Well... I try to be!" The large probably-a-robot said with a sway of his tail, "I was told that humans might feel better being around me if I was nice to them. I don't wanna hurt any, either... I want to learn more about them." His teeth were sticking out of his good-natured (if rather snaggle-toothed) grin that extended down his neck slightly. "Don't need to make them more scared if I don't want them to be, rrrright?"

Mezzo brightened at the sight of Ceryx's skin looking intact and significantly less red. "Hey, looking better already! So water can do that, then?"

Ceryx hadn’t recovered from his prior deficit of fucks to worry more than that token resistance. He undid his pants, kicking the torn garment to the wall with the shirt. Those would get clean after he took care of himself.

“I’m not entirely familiar with the term, but I haven’t met anything quite like you before. I’ve known some people who go Prosthetic, but…your mechanical parts seem a step above anything I’ve seen. Many steps.” He bent down, cleaning his lower body as he talked. He scrubbed away at the caked on blood that had seeped through his clothing, revealing green hair and unbroken skin.

Seeing that there weren’t many remaining injuries under the blood made him feel better already. “And you’re a lot more…..polite and talkative than some of the things I’d say I’m afraid of.”

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The sudden temperature change sensation of fluid hitting his body roused him from his slumber, not quite awake in the daylight just yet. He supported himself up onto his forearms, grumbling softly and cracking his optics open.

Ah. Seems like water somehow got onto him. Thankfully, not much hit him beyond his stomach, though stray trickles of water crawled towards the connection between his lower and upper body.

With all the lazy half-effort of a lounging cat, he managed to roll onto his side before finally resting on his stomach, yawning wide enough for his fangs to show.

Rubbing his eyes and looking around him, he noted that there didn't seem to be any boats nearby. He shuffled his way to the water's edge and peered down at the water, not really expecting to see anything of note. Those bubbles made him tilt his head - were there fish in the water? He didn't see any... The water wasn't particularly tumultuous, either - it remained fairly level.

Hm. Strange.

He gave another large yawn and backed off from the edge, stretching his back with his tail in the air and giving a groan of effort.

Serta is lying on his back, eyes closed. His lower limbs are folded in close to his body, while his tail is flat on the ground.

Much like a cat, his lower body’s belly is exposed and looks quite soft to the touch. However, you aren’t sure how he will react if you reach out to touch it.

Do you dare give in to the siren song of temptation and attempt to feel it?

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😮‍💨 Oh man. School and irl stuff took up my attention for the time being. Just took my final today and I’m at a time where I can relax a little.

Take some doodles I’ve made off and on in the meantime~

^ Wanted to try giving Serta some facial hair… He has white hair so his appearance ranges from Subway Master Ingo to boomer dad haha. Featured with him is bionicparrot’s character Odyssey!

^ Ferris getting jealous over Theta’s waist-to-hip ratio. She wants to be more feminine, why does the local trashy femboy get a small waist like that?

^ Speaking of Theta, I like to think he grows out his tendrils from pieces of “hair”. Yes his hair is also striped under his helmet—

^ Squish if he was a little older :> He’s a little bigger than he is currently, but he’s still on the short side! I like to think his eyes start resembling Dr. Light’s own as time goes on, too.

^ This is more recent attempts at redesigning BACKUP, aka Lazarus! He’s supposed to be a bit insect-y under his armor. He’s one of my favorites to play around with design-wise, trying to achieve a better feel for him ☺️

^ And theeeeen we have Singer!!! Goop man!!! He’s a lot of fun to draw!

^ I watched an old online series with a friend and got inspired to draw Scylla and Styx watching it together,, (Scylla is 100% invested and Styx is… A bit concerned.)

^ It’s not easy to anger Serta, but if it ever did get to that point…… 🤔

^ Fantasy AU Serta :) he’s a half-man half-night drake! Still a sleepy sweetheart.

^ More Singer doodles. machineandman and melodic-mayh3m’s Shadow Man muses have pretty much accepted him as their brother on Discord, so he’s getting an entire character arc on there xD

These are most of the ones I’ve made in the past few months!! My next plan is to work on proper refs for all of them, but uh… We’ll see how that pans out…

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TAKE YOUR MEDICINE TAKE YOUR MEDICINE TAKE YOUR MEDICINE TAKE YOUR MEDICINE

Ex. military medical officer, now slumming it in unsavory districts as she avoids garnering attention. Endeis trades her medicinal knowledge and aid (as well as her engineering/carpentry) to those who want or need it-- or just because she can. The price differs from person to person. Pray you get a good deal.

An OC originally written for Arcane (LoL), but also will fit in most other fandoms/original settings (we love OC's here).

Blog is associated with NSFW content and dark themes.

Morally grey character. She will take advantage in how she charges others for her services.

Typically para to novella writing length.

The goat watches you.

Let's have fun!

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Mezzo watches Ceryx get back to his shower with interest. It doesn't seem like he fully understood what Ceryx was getting at, but if he didn't know what a shower was, he might not know about human anatomy either. Nonetheless, Mezzo shrugged.

"I wouldn't mind talking more if that's okay," Mezzo rumbled, "You're kinda different from the other humans I've run into, but I like that you're not afraid of me like they are. Have you seen a lot of Reploids like me around where you're from?"

After the first few moments of silence, Ceryx figured that there was some other form of communication that he wasn’t privy to happening. He busied himself with getting back to his shower. Especially if there was a chance of some other party being involved. The more blood he could get cleaned off the closer he’d be able to get to presentable.

After the creature spoke back up he nodded. “Assessing” was mildly concerning but was fair in the circumstances. Better make the most of the time he had to prep.

“If you want to keep talking until then I’m certainly willing, but just lemme know because there’s some areas I don’t know if you want to be here while I clean.” He gestured down at his pants, unsure if the message would be fully understood or not.

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Issi was leaning more into Pat while he petted him, almost lying on his side. His wagging was beginning to slow down as the calmness of the night settled over them, keeping watch of the blinking lights resting far away.

The emotion in the human's voice made Scylla turn towards him for a moment, but the sincerity in his tone made her small smile grow a little bigger.

Mezzo looked over to Pat and nodded, a large smile growing on his own faceplate. "Yeah, I like flowers! They're so tiny and colorful most of the time, and there's so many different-looking ones. I like seeing them more than the big lights city."

"... But you're right, they're not that easy to look at in the dark," the dinosaur-like Reploid said with a little pout and droop of his fins, "Issi helps me see in dark, mostly underground or in tunnels. I don't like daylight very much... It hurts... But Issi's light doesn't hurt!"

Scylla chimed in after Mezzo. "I've always wondered what it's like to be in a human... I can sort of see well in the dark, but a little light helps me, too - not very easy seeing color in darkness. My brother can see better than I can, though!"

The blue Reploid tilted her head. "That reminds me... Do you have any siblings?"

Scylla's words sat in his mind for a moment, even after he'd had his moment of excitement. Pat did always find it hard to address those things that lingered in the back of his thoughts... but she was right. Maybe after this, when he went back home...

For now, though, he should feel and experience the here and now. The warmth of the wolf-like robot surprised him as he gently petted his head. The grass was comfortable once they'd all found their positions. He'd continue running his hand down Issi's back.

"Yeah, it is, right?" A soft chuckle from him. "My friend back home... knows a lot about space. He'd probably be able to name all those constellations." Another small hitch in his voice- why did that keep happening, was he really getting that emotional?- but he did sound truly at peace right now.

"Ah, I heard you like flowers too," he spoke as he looked briefly back to Mezzo. It was hard not to want to keep getting a look at him even though he should be watching the sky... it was a design for a robot that he'd never fathomed before, much moreso than Scylla's. "Kind of hard to look at night though. But you guys can probably see pretty well in the dark, yeah?"

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Odyssey's hands made successful contact with the snoozing taurloid's exposed underbelly.

While Serta stirred somewhat and rolled his head to the side with a low grumble, he didn't rouse from his rest.

Seems that the underside of his lower body was, indeed, more plush than his backside. There was a thicker layer of soft material here, but it didn't seem like it was charging her while touching it.

However... If she kept up her rubbing, she would feel a rumble run through the taurloid's frame. Was he... Purring? The end of his tail was also twitching in a lazy back-and-forth wave. His front paws twitched soon after, spreading their digits out before clenching around the air and repeating those movements.

As a bonus, Ody would feel a weak energy filling her up in the process, perhaps a charging aura of sorts coming from the larger Reploid himself.

... He might just be a large cat with a centaur frame.

Well would you look at that.

Odyssey couldn't help but snicker some as the massive taur laid sprawled out, belly up all comfy cozy like this. It was funny how someone could look so close to signas yet also look so very soft.

There was no helping creeping closer to get a better look. His design was fascinating and curiosity was getting the better of her. Was his stomach as soft or softer than his back? Did it still produce a charge?

She couldn't resist anymore. Her palms came down and rubbed that exposed tum. Maybe his back leggy would kick.

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Serta is lying on his back, eyes closed. His lower limbs are folded in close to his body, while his tail is flat on the ground.

Much like a cat, his lower body’s belly is exposed and looks quite soft to the touch. However, you aren’t sure how he will react if you reach out to touch it.

Do you dare give in to the siren song of temptation and attempt to feel it?

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Serta looked up to where Mave gestured, which was the second floor above the shop. It... Was the barista's shop and his living space? It was not quite what Serta was expecting, but it was not an unpleasant or unwelcome discovery. He'd perhaps describe it as, quaint.

Upon hearing Mave's description, Serta seemed to relax somewhat. So, I can remain energized when and if I can return to my own world... There's some comfort to that, he thought.

However... There's still the concern for my linemates being able to maintain their own charge. How long will it take? Won't they still need me while I'm gone? If I'm not there for them, then...

Serta squeezed his eyes shut. There's nothing I can do, this situation is out of my control. I can only trust someone familiar with this place and with how the process works. It won't help my linemates now if I panic. Calm down... Don't panic.

Pulling himself out of his anxious thoughts with a soft exhale, he manages to look over to Mave with an exhausted smile.

"... You're very kind to go out of your way for me like this, you know," Serta commented, "Thank you. ... What is your name, if I may ask?"

Despite passing the taurloid on his way to the door, and the exhaustion that followed that he'd only begun to suspect came from said individual, the moment Serta followed after him the blond found that... it wasn't as intense as before. Why...? Perhaps he'd only been imagining it. Perhaps he really was running low on reserves.

As a self appointed guide, it wasn't as if Mave could simply leave. How strange, to make this journey with a living individual and not someone or something that had traveled too far past the other side.

Violet eyes still slid to the machine beside him, hands sliding to rest in his pockets, pose taking on a relaxed posture. "While I doubt our Guardian Unit will leave you waiting for too long," it simply wasn't like an OVER to leave loose ends hanging, "I... suppose you could stay with me."

He inclined his chin upward with a tilt of his head, back towards the building they'd exited from-- more so the floor that was above the coffee shop, the balcony overlooking the sidewalk with a little bed of flowers handing from its sill. "I have a spare bedroom, and a recharging station I rarely use nowadays."

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Heh. Got ‘em.

“Oh, perhaps…” Theta shot a coy look her way, cocking an eyebrow with his eyes half-lidded. His yellow-fanged smile curled wider at the edges as his tendrils swayed in place.

“Do you want me to be? I could make it work~"

… Smash or Pass Theta, whichever muse of your choosing :3c

Smash/Pass

"He's purdy. So many hands to play with, too!"

"Smash!"

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“I got more going for me than that, sweetheart…”

“… Not to mention, you’re looking delicious, yourself~”

To make his point, he put his hand up to his face and spread out a couple of his fingers into a v-shape.

“Mind if I have a taste?”

… Smash or Pass Theta, whichever muse of your choosing :3c

Smash/Pass

"He's purdy. So many hands to play with, too!"

"Smash!"